My mother is the single greatest influence on my love of cooking. I say “is” because she’s still with me every day even though she died in 1975. I hear her in my heart when I’m about to try something new. I hear her in my head when I’m about to do something stooopid. And I feel her in my soul when I put something on the table that everyone will enjoy. Thanks, Beex!
In My Mother's Kitchen
Life, Love, and Cooking with Shirley Ross
August 1961
In My Mother’s Kitchen Blog
